Dec 3, 2024
Angry Soul
anger an old friend of mine. One of those friends who’s out of sight, out of mind, but when they appear, they turn everything on its head. I often forget it’s there. I smile, I laugh, and I feel genuinely happy. Like a match, all it takes is one strike, and it’s ignited, consuming me, embracing me as a lover would. Sweeping me into a toxic cycle that caresses my soul and whispers sweet nothings. When I escape its grasp, I feel the marks it’s left, the hope it’s destroyed, and I’m left empty.
